Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Stomp, artist - Ol' Dirty Bastard. Album song Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra Entertainment Company, for &, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
The Stomp |
Sing the song, sing along with me Sing the song, sing the song with me When I’m with you baby, tell me why, tell me so |
I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low |
So I go low, (slurp), taste the shit |
(Slurp), taste it again, I like it |
(Rrr) I’m the original G-O-D |
Making young ladies scream’s my specialty |
When I go DUN DUN DUN DUH, girls get hype |
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped |
When I kill, that ol’mad funky flow |
Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco |
Or disco duck, strictly hip hop |
Baby baby, I can’t stop |
Wu, gots ta like come on through |
Soo, that’s the call for the Wu I came here to rectify |
BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify |
Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap |
Man, fuck that |
Shit, that I make it’s the skit |
I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it Let’s sing the song |
Come on party people, all in together now, sing along |
Have you ever ever ever |
In your long legged life |
Had a bald headed bitch |
For your bald headed wife |
Gimme dat |
Who’s the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town |
And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound |
If you wanna get up and get fucked up Last nigga got up and got shot up But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll hang ya You'll get shanked and spanked and |
alley-ooped |
I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop |
Chamber number 9, verse 32 |
Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO |
That a true nigga shall come through |
No-one is available to be compatible |
This is chamber number 9, verse 32 |
Is what we call The Stomp |
(Stomp) |
The stomp is down (Stomp) |
Get down for your crown (Stomp) |
Stomp (Stomp) |
Brothas always playin with the microphone |
When it blows up in your face, (BOOM) you leave it alone |
You couldn’t touch, this style is too much |
It’s the rhymer, I don’t give a crippled crab crutch |
(Grruh) Any nigga or niggerette |
Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette |
Straight up and down, I don’t play around |
Rhymin gets me paid madd bread by the pound |
Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y’all |
Go by the name Big A, from the shelter |